Gut Rumbles
 

August 20, 2004

moments of doubt

I saw something on my living room floor this morning and I wasn't certain what it was. Do YOU ever do that? See something strange on the floor and wonder how it got there?

This resembled a dessicated french fry, but I knew that I didn't spill any that I bought at the Krystal yesterday, so THAT couldn't explain it. It couldn't be an old dog turd from Oddball, because I would have found one out in the open like that a long time ago. I put on my reading glasses and I STILL couldn't identify what that thing was.

I got a Bic pen and probed that fucker. It didn't move, wiggle or bite, but I still wasn't going to touch it. Ain't no telling WHAT could be on MY floor. I went to the kitchen and fetched a set of BBQ tongs. I picked up the strange object and held it under the light in the kitchen. After careful inspection, I realized what it was.

It was a piece of my Jethro Belt that I made from string when I was riding cross-country with Recondo. I forgot to bring a real belt, so when my jeans started sagging badly around my withered shanks and skinny waist, I cut some twine from a souvenir bag and tied my pants tight through a couple of front belt-loops. I called that a Jethro Belt, because I looked like I came from the Beverly Hillbillies wearing that thing. But it worked.

When I got home, I had to go to the bathroom. Some of that diner food I ate on the road needed to make a hasty exit. I fumbled with the knot in that string for a minute, realized that I had urgent matters to attend to and didn't have TIME to fuck with that Gordian knot. I grabbed a pair of sissors and just cut it, kinda like Alexander did.

That piece must have fallen on the floor as I rushed to the bathroom. How did I miss seeing it for a week? Of course, I also noticed a lot of mud under my fingernails and wondered where THAT came from until I remembered swimming through a mudhole yesterday afternoon.

My brain has a terminal case of rot.

Comments

Don't sweat it, Love.
You are NOT alone with this phenomenon.

Wanna feel even better?
I'm only 41.... lol.

*hugs*

Posted by: Stevie on August 20, 2004 06:45 AM

What ever happened to Oddball?

Posted by: shell on August 20, 2004 11:52 AM

Oddball went back to the pound and probably is dead now. That dog was too feral to keep.

Posted by: Acidman on August 20, 2004 12:35 PM

I once found a turd on the floor at work and it was so out of context I had no idea what it was until I picked it up and sniffed it like a magic marker.

Posted by: Dave Munger on August 20, 2004 04:37 PM

Dear Gawd, Dave... where do you work?

Posted by: Stevie on August 20, 2004 04:48 PM

THAT was f-ing funny!

Posted by: wes jackson on August 21, 2004 01:07 AM

Janitor at a church. I think someone might have brought a seeing eye dog. Either that, or some kid just did that right on the floor.

Posted by: Dave Munger on August 25, 2004 06:16 PM
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